beatnik

The problem with the 11:11 Phenomenon is getting anybody interested in it that hasn't experienced it themselves. Other phenomena, such as U.F.Os or crop circles, are able to be seen. We can debate them. But seeing and being guided by 11:11 is hard to convey to those uninitiated in its ways.

Driving down deserted early morning roads. Round and round. Round downtown. Through naked streets. Lips pursed on two litre bottles of beer, but pursuing the lips of freedom's night. Swapping cars. Winding up at karaoke bars or Bolsi- the best place in town. For the food. For the folk. For the service. For the crema de papaya. And for that late night dawn's whiskey coffee.

Shared emotions experienced by two souls,empathy on unequivocal level which Davey believed would change entire species of mankind if only secret of empathy could be telepathically shared with humanity,one soul after another, until every soul understood true meaning of love.

Defining moment in new telepathist's life, moment when intuitive individual learns most of society isn't telepathic, doesn't see auras,doesn't know what life on ethereal astral plane is like.

..giving power to negative thoughts or fears was bringing ideas to life in physical world,idea in mind became emotion in heart,emotion turned into words spoken,written,painted,strummed across guitar strings,or vibrantly held note by Tibetan singing bowl, thoughts affected physical world.

..home INSIDE is home shining brightly above all homes in physical world.

[in the true mad north] of introspection,where 'falcons of the inner eye'dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence.

If you're too open-minded your brains will fall out.

Twentyone is too old to go anywhere alone, you know that. I want to go with someone. I don't mean as a bride, I'm not so gauche as that, but as a mistress or paramour or concubine or companion or friend or pal or anything else. I just don't want to be left alone! I want to get out of here!" She said it again for all the wide-faced flowers to hear: "I want to get out of here!

Will be but corpses dressed in frocks, who cannot speak to birds or rocks.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous [person], the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the [person] in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.

Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs, getting up to read devastating truths from my notebook, leaning against the microphone, cigarette dangling from my hand.

The prints shop manager, a balding man of about thirty years old, dressed in a plaid work shirt and faded jeans, looked very shocked when he saw the headline text. __ydney Tar Ponds, Is It As Dangerous As People Say? Well,_ he exclaimed, glancing at the front photo, which featured the Sydney Steel Corporation, along with its plumes of orange smog. __ou know, most people your age are really against that mill, as if it__ a disease. We have university students protesting every few weeks or so_ strangely enough, the ones who have parents who rely on that steel mill to pay the bills.___hat about the pollution?_ Wendy questioned, almost accusingly, as if it was his fault. __hat if dangerous chemicals are in the environment?___ey kid, I don__ even work at the mill, never have, but my father, my uncle, their father, cousins, all worked there,_ the prints shop man argued, placing the newspapers in a cardboard box and taping it shut. __hen it comes down to all that __o green_ crap, you have to ask yourself, is it worth risking a person__ income, their job, their family_ their life? I__ not saying you__e wrong, but these newspapers might have a point.